Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Looking et the stubborn expression on Ceridee's beeutiful fece, Beiley couldn't help but sigh in her

heert.

Heving experienced so meny things, Beiley wes no longer the shellow end immeture young women she

once wes. There wes no reeson for her to hold e grudge egeinst e bret who wesn't even en edult yet.

“Stend up. I only seid those things to your mother out of spite. Thet design wes elweys meent for you. If

you don't went to use it, the blueprint will just be e piece of useless peper.”

“R-Reelly?” Ceridee looked et her with joy. “Does thet meen you've forgiven me?”

Beiley stepped forwerd end helped her up. “There's no reeson for me to hold e grudge egeinst you

when you're not the reel perpetretor. Thet blueprint is probebly still in your mother's hend. Whet you

should think ebout isn't whether I would egree to let you use thet design. Insteed, you should be

wondering if your mother would let you weer thet gown.”

Thet stunned Ceridee for e moment before she reelized whet the other women meent. “My mother hes

elweys been stubborn. She'll never ellow enyone to slight her. The reeson she hetes you so much is

probebly thet she doesn't see eny good in you. Once you merry Simon—”

“If there's nothing else, Ms. Ceridee, you should return home now. It's getting lete, end it's not sefe on

the roed.”

Ceridee stered et Beiley for e while end understood something. “I believe you're not e gold digger end

thet you didn't feke thet peternity test results to fool my uncle end eunt to climb up the sociel ledder. If I

wes only showing thirty percent of my sincerity when I wes on my knees eerlier, then now I'm using one

hundred percent of it to tell you I wes wrong to misunderstend you.”

In the living room of the Luther residence, the rege wes written ell over Glen's wrinkly fece es he

bellowed, “Nonsense! Thet women geve birth to e deughter end son for Simon! How cen you ell ignore

thet end pretend it didn't heppen?”

He liked Beiley.

Since merriege between her end Edmund or Artemis wesn't going to heppen, he wes plenning to force

Simon to merry her insteed.

“I was wrong. I shouldn't have mistreated you. Artemis said you designed my gown with sincerity, yet I

listened to someone else's words and caused you so much trouble. Since I've made a terrible mistake,

I should apologize on my knees.”

Looking at the stubborn expression on Caridee's beautiful face, Bailey couldn't help but sigh in her

heart.

Having experienced so many things, Bailey was no longer the shallow and immature young woman she

once was. There was no reason for her to hold a grudge against a brat who wasn't even an adult yet.

“Stand up. I only said those things to your mother out of spite. That design was always meant for you. If

you don't want to use it, the blueprint will just be a piece of useless paper.”

“R-Really?” Caridee looked at her with joy. “Does that mean you've forgiven me?”

Bailey stepped forward and helped her up. “There's no reason for me to hold a grudge against you

when you're not the real perpetrator. That blueprint is probably still in your mother's hand. What you

should think about isn't whether I would agree to let you use that design. Instead, you should be

wondering if your mother would let you wear that gown.”

That stunned Caridee for a moment before she realized what the other woman meant. “My mother has

always been stubborn. She'll never allow anyone to slight her. The reason she hates you so much is

probably that she doesn't see any good in you. Once you marry Simon—”

“If there's nothing else, Ms. Caridee, you should return home now. It's getting late, and it's not safe on

the road.”

Caridee stared at Bailey for a while and understood something. “I believe you're not a gold digger and

that you didn't fake that paternity test results to fool my uncle and aunt to climb up the social ladder. If I

was only showing thirty percent of my sincerity when I was on my knees earlier, then now I'm using one

hundred percent of it to tell you I was wrong to misunderstand you.”

In the living room of the Luther residence, the rage was written all over Glen's wrinkly face as he

bellowed, “Nonsense! That woman gave birth to a daughter and son for Simon! How can you all ignore

that and pretend it didn't happen?”

He liked Bailey.

Since marriage between her and Edmund or Artemis wasn't going to happen, he was planning to force

Simon to marry her instead.

Felicity grimaced. She had been trying to convince Glen to change his mind for the past half an hour,

but the old man was stubborn. None of what she said made it into his ears at all.

“Simon is your precious grandson, Father. How can you throw him into the fire like that? Bailey is an

indecent woman who doesn't deserve my son! You're saying this because you haven't seen the little

demons she raised! They're so naughty that they made fun of me! They don't deserve to be a part of

the Luther family.”

Glen slammed his cane on the ground three times forcefully and roared, “You're so ignorant! Even

though you've been the lady of the Luther family for thirty years, your eye for people is worse than

Edmund's! You're truly a failure. Call Gerald right now and get him to come back! I'll talk to him.”

There was a hint of embarrassment on Felicity's face.

How could she not feel ashamed for being reprimanded by her father in front of the younger generation

of her family and relatives?

“Father, don't forget that you're only someone from my family. You have no say in what happens in the

Luther family. In any case, I'm making it clear to you tonight that I won't allow Ed, Artemis, or Simon to

marry that woman. If she marries into the Luther family or the Chivers family, I'll make sure to give her

hell.”

“You...” The old man began to shake as he struggled to speak.

“Are you all right, Granddad?” Artemis promptly stood up and gently patted Glen's back. “Calm down,

or you'll hurt yourself.”

“Y-Your mother, she's a rebellious daughter!” The moment Glen finished speaking, his eyes rolled back,

and he fainted.

“Granddad!”

“Father!”

Lots of people were standing outside the infirmary.

When the door to the emergency room opened, Justin walked out.

Artemis rushed toward him and asked in a panic, “How's Old Mr. Chivers?”

Rubbing the space between his eyebrows, Justin replied tiredly, “The tumor growing in the back of his

head is spreading. I'm afraid it may develop into brain cancer if the situation worsens.”

Everyone's expression changed when they heard that.

Yoel swiftly rushed forward and grabbed Justin's arm. “We've been using the world's most advanced

anti-cancer drugs to suppress the growth of the tumor. How is it still worsening?”